The two of them separated on this street. Let alone Yang Xiaoyun, Su Mo bought some sesame cakes and cooked food and wandered around the street casually for a while.

This area may be because it is relatively close to Funiu Mountain, so it feels somewhat deserted and rundown, and there are not too many pedestrians on the street.

It cannot be said that nine out of ten rooms in the town are empty, but most of them are empty.

Su Mo walked through the lanes and suddenly stopped.

"Your Majesty, you have been following me since I entered this town, but you don't know why?"

He turned around and saw a person standing behind him.

This man was not too old, had a downcast posture, and his sleepy eyes were dull. Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at Su Mo, or, to be more precise, he looked at the sword box that Su Mo was carrying behind him.

He said in a tired tone:

"Borrow the sword."

"Borrow a sword?"

Su Mo raised his eyebrows.

From the moment he entered this town, he felt a wisp of energy enveloping him.

Although it does not contain murderous malice, there is still a feeling like a ray of light on the back.

It was as if someone was behind his neck, secretly aiming at him with a sword.

But he just didn't want to take action.

So he made an excuse to separate from Yang Xiaoyun, and wandered around to this deserted place.

My original intention was to lure this person out. No matter what I wanted to do, it was always a good time to do it when there was no one around.

Unexpectedly, the person behind him did not make a sneak attack.

Instead, he followed behind him openly.

In this case, Su Mo also asked openly.

Unexpectedly, I finally got such an answer.

"That's right."

The man nodded and continued to look at the box behind Su Mo: "There is a good sword in there."

"You saw it wrong."

Su Mo's lips twitched and he wanted to leave.

"I can't be mistaken."

But the man shook his head: "I may not be very proficient in other things, but a single word of sword can never escape my eyes. I want to lend you this sword, but I don't know if you are willing.

willing?"

"What do you want to say, and what do you say if you don't want to?"

A smile appeared on Su Mo's lips.

The man looked at Su Mo with a strange look, as if he was wondering why Su Mo said such a thing?

Then he said in a matter-of-fact tone: "If you want, I'll borrow it; if you don't, I won't."

"..."

I've been chatting to death today.

Su Mo smiled casually: "In that case, I don't want to."

"oh."

The man nodded, said nothing, and had no intention of taking action.

There seemed to be no energy in his body... This even gave Su Mo a feeling that if he was given a bed, he would probably lie down without even thinking about it, and then sleep in a dark place, right?

However, Su Mo felt a little embarrassed at this moment.

If he wanted to fight, this man had no intention of doing anything.

To say no to fighting...

How many people can turn around in this situation? Give their backs away?

However, Su Mo's dilemma did not last long: "Then I'm leaving?"

"Um."

The man nodded slightly.

As expected, Su Mo turned around and left.

The man raised his steps and was about to move forward, but suddenly stopped.

The lethargic smell on his face became more and more obvious, and he even let out a big yawn.

He rubbed his face and looked at the roof on one side.

There, there was a person standing.

Holding a silver spear, he stood tall.

The solemn energy has completely enveloped it invisibly.

Whenever he takes this step, overwhelming killing moves will fall from the sky.

So, he sighed and did not move forward. Instead, he simply sat down, curled up his body, leaned against the wall, leaned his head against the wall, and closed his eyes.

"..."

Even though Yang Xiaoyun claimed that he had more experience in the world than Su Mo, he never thought that there would be such a person.

After a slight silence, seeing that Su Mo had reached the entrance of the alley, he turned and left.

In a matter of seconds, the two people had reached the exit of the town.

Looking at each other, Su Mo's mouth twitched: "Weird."

"Weird thing."

Yang Xiaoyun nodded in agreement.

The two of them already had a tacit understanding when they separated.

Su Mo would not casually propose the idea of ​​dividing the troops into two groups. Since he proposed it, there must be a reason for it.

Although Yang Xiaoyun was not aware of the man's presence, he immediately cooperated.

However, she took advantage of this opportunity to write a letter and sent the letter through the Iron Blood Escort's unique communication method.

Then he rushed to meet Su Mo.

This time seems to be just right for each other.

This is also true. Yang Xiaoyun came neither early nor late, just right.

It's just that the expected enemy didn't appear, instead a strange person came.

The weirdo has no intention of taking action, so they have no need to take action.

Without further ado, he immediately rode on his horse again.

Calculating the time, we will be on the road in just a few minutes, and we will be able to reach Sutou before nightfall.

This is also the reason why they did not rest here tonight.

And the rest of the trip went smoothly.

There were no twists and turns on the road, and there were no problems when we arrived at the Sutou Inn.

But when I woke up, there was a person sitting at the door of the inn.

The man was in ruins and looked down and out, but he had an unusual temperament...

If you have to say what this temperament is, it is that you can tell him from an ordinary beggar just by looking at him.

This man...is not a beggar.

No matter how downcast and depressed he is.

Su Mo was holding a steamed bun in his hand, sipping some white porridge and eating some pickles, but he couldn't help but look at this person.

This man also looked at Su Mo, and then yawned widely.

"Come for some food?"

Su Mo asked.

The man was silent. After being silent for a while, he shook his head.

Su Mo asked: "Aren't you hungry?"

The man confessed: "I'm hungry."

"Then why don't you eat?"
To be continued...